That's Karma for ya...

Freshman year of college, my friend Eliot folded all of my laundry. I was really messy and he was compulsively neat. He claimed that he enjoyed folding laundry, but I'm pretty sure it was also that it bothered him to see my giant stack of unfolded clothes. I think I took him out to dinner and stuff to try to repay him, and he always volunteered, I never forced him, but looking back on it, I definitely took advantage of his generosity. Well, karma has struck back, my friends. After 20 years of hardly ever folding my own laundry, I now spend 8 hours a day folding all the laundry for the entire 800+ person Kibbutz. Not only that, but I press bed sheets and table clothes and sort laundry by number. (Everyone on the Kibbutz has a number, and their clothing is all marked accordingly).

It's not bad work. It's a bit monotonous, but I don't mind it. There's always music playing and it's a low stress environment. Plus I get free coffee and tea. Still, the 4.5 months stretch ahead of me and I wonder how I will manage to stay sane folding laundry 8 hours every day. I guess we'll see. Rumor has it, they switch up the work detail every so often, so it's likely I'll end up doing other stuff as well... We'll see. Plus, classes will start to be more regular (we don't have class all week for Channukah), so work will be every other day, not every day. Still, I feel like i kind of deserve to fold as much laundry as I avoided doing all my life.... That's Karma for ya, I guess.